Jackson C. Frank - The spectre

^AmWhere the street becomes a^G wall The ^Emspectre fell ^Amagainst it Without a ^Gcry or a^Am wail ^AmHere in the ^Gdarkness His ^Emblack and green will ^Amram ^AmThere's no more lack of ^Gconscience That ^Emisn't due a ^Amplan

^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre ^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre

The ^Amspectre had no ^Gfood The ^Emspectre was in ^Amguilt ^AmHe had no light, he^G had no light His ^Emshadow over^Amspilled And^C 'cross the rugged^G ranges Of ^Emcurbs and broken^Am minds ^AmThe spectre wasn't ^Gfinished The ^Emspectre ^Fwas ^Gde^Amnied

^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre ^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre

^AmBehold the shining^G silver Of a ^Emcoin held in your^Am hand ^AmThe spectre isn't ^Ggreedy He ^Emrecalls he is a ^Amman ^CWhile all through the^G midnight Op^Empression only ^Amcries ^AmSee, oh see the ^Gspectre ^EmCaught for the ^Fcomp^Gro^Ammise

^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre ^FOh^G, the ^Amspectre

^AmWhere the street becomes a^G wall The ^Emspectre fell ^Amagainst it Without a ^Gcry or a^Am wail Without a ^Gcry or a^Am wail ^{Em Am Em Am}